Page 68 of Beautifully Shattered
Even throughthe barrier, I can feel her little nub is already swollen with need, practically matching how fucking hard my cock is, pressed firm against her arse.
Fuck.I’ll never get enough of her.
JD’s hand shifts between Jols’ legs, and when she arches again, slapping her hand over her mouth, I know exactly what my best mate is doing to her.
His fingers are inside her. Deep.
Grazing my digits lower over my Angel’s panties, I feel the heat radiating off her and bite back a fucking groan, because I bet her arousal is already making her slick.
“Your panties are hot. Is your pussy wet for me?” I breathe quietly against her ear, and I swear my words work like fire, her body turning into an inferno against me.
A whispered, strangled sound escapes Jols’ lips, drawing my attention to see her body going rigid as she comes, and my Angel’s hips drive forward, seeking more friction.
“Fuck, Angel. Does that make you want to come too?” I whisper as JD draws Jols’ orgasm out, and Abbey nods slightly, holding her breath as my fingers move faster over her.
Coming up for air, JD grins wickedly up at Jols before his head turns in our direction.
Jols is too busy panting through her aftershocks to notice me watching, and JD shoots me a wink, his lips stretched in a fucking cocky, toothy smile beneath his scruffy beard.
Not wanting to alert Jols to her audience, I swallow my chuckle, my eyes dropping to Abbey’s face to see her lids are shut, faking sleep like a good girl.
JD raises his brows as he nods towards Abbey, and I nod back, silently confirming that she’s awake.
What he does now is all on him.
With my fingers still slowly circling the fabric over Abbey’s clit, I watch JD shift over Jols, whispering to her, this time quieter, making it impossible for me to hear.
He shifts back, his hard cock jutting out in front of him as he reaches to the side, fishing through the pockets of his jeans, probably searching for a rubber.
“Open your eyes, Angel,” I whisper, watching her until those long dark lashes flutter open to see JD kneeling on the bed, still searching for protection as Jols quickly shifts, sitting up and taking his cock into her mouth.
My cock fucking jumps at the sight.
Not because I’m aroused by the sight of Jols or JD, but because watching a woman’s lips wrap around a man’s cock always gets me off.
“Fuck, Babydoll. You suck me so good,” he whispers, though fuck, it’s hardly a whisper. He knows we’re watching, and he’s not holding back.
Abbey’s hips start gently rocking against my fingers, building a rhythm that has my cock weeping at the tip. Without meaning to, I grind the hard fucker against the valley of her arse, and she tenses, but it’s short-lived when my fingers move faster, and her lips part, a soft pant slipping out.
Finally finding a condom, JD tears the foil packet open with his teeth before gripping Jols’ head, and pulling her away.
“You’re hungry tonight, Babydoll.”
She nods, watching him roll the condom on, and then he pushes her back to the mattress, hovering over her before slapping his cock over her mound.
Fucking cocky prick.
The move makes Jols giggle, and she quickly slaps her hand over her mouth, and this time, when they both look our way, I close my eyes.
Would Jols stop if she knew we were watching?
I’m not actually sure. This is a side of Jols I’ve never seen. She’s never risked being caught like this before.
I suppose she knows I won’t rat her out to Smitty, her overbearing stepdad, but still, getting caught by someone else is a huge fucking risk. Especially with so many people on the compound. Anyone could’ve seen her sneak in here.
The thing is, death and funerals have a way of making you reassess what actually matters. So maybe Jols doesn’t care anymore.
Too bad it’s JD that’ll pay for it.
